23 November 2013

The redoubtable beast has had Pegasus pills

I definitely need a day off. And I haven't got one, but two :)

Tomorrow we're off to see Mycroft. Biscuits have been baked. John and Sherlock went out to one of the markets today, and returned with some gorgeous food, and Sherlock has a printing block of a Fiddler Crab. I asked, and John just told me it was far better than what we could have ended up with! (Things including a small trumpet of some sort. Bullet dodged!)

So...three years. Seems like forever. Yet also like no time at all. I can't believe that we've known the boys for three years. I can't believe how much they've changed - how much we've all changed! Can't believe we've gone from Professional Police Officer and Suspected Serial Killer, to Unprofessional Police Officer and Unlikely Suspect to Husband and...Husband ;)

But we have. And I really couldn't be happier with our lives together.

A year ago, just gone, Mum had her stroke. She's been to see the place we think she'll be living. She's...quiet, Nicky says. I imagine she's a bit scared. The nurse visiting her says she really does need to try and give up the booze and fags. I don't know, though. I don't know how cruel that is. I'm not actually sure how much point there is giving things up when you have so little to live for.

I hope she makes some friends.

Sherlock is involved in thinking about Christmas. Namely, all the things he wants for Christmas. Don't get me wrong, he wants to buy us things, too. Things he likes ;) Still, he's wonderfully enthusiastic about it all, which is nice, most of the time. Makes up for some of us not quite being in the Christmas spirit yet ;)

Poor old Mycroft is locked in a battle of wills with his Mum. It's a tough choice, I guess. Obviously she wants to protect the boys. But he's a young man now... hard to know how to play it, I guess.

The cricket's not going so well, eh? Or the rugby... oh dear. But Arsenal are doing okay ;)

Have a picture of a fellow officer I met today. Very handsome chap. I may have stroked his ears...

98 comments:

Sounds like a lot of thinking has been going on. Lewis is lovely; is he a very tall horse? I ask because I saw some of the RCMP horses at our state fair once, and they were HUGE. I hope your mum is able to find something to like about her new place, and that Mycroft and Mrs. H are able to reach some mutually agreeable accord. My oldest is just a tad bit younger and it's hard to know how much freedom to give her, even without the additional concerns. I cannot believe how fast Yule is approaching. I'm so not ready.

3 years, it's wonderful to think you've been together that long and you're all as happy now as you've ever been.Have a fun day with Mycroft tomorrow, I'm sure he'll like all his goodies and hopefully he can come to some kind of compromise with his mum. He'll certainly enjoy your bike ride if nothing else. :)

Congrats on three years, lads! :)I'm not ready for anything winter-related either. *shudder* been putting off shopping for an electric snow shovel, I'm in that much denial. But I know when the snow comes I'll really want to have it already in the mudroom. My shoulders are not what they used to be. Can't settle on a pic to use in a card, don't want to wear winter clothes, or put the stakes in the corners of the garden for the snow plow guy to navigate by.sigh.S

Mycroft, I know you've been taking self-defense classes; have you considered asking your mother to stop by one of your sessions, at her convenience, and see where you've got to? I'm sure she's kept herself apprised of your progress, but perhaps it might serve as a more fruitful starting point for conversation.

Bit grey. If anyone spotted a small mushroom cloud on the horizon it was Sherlock exploding with indignation when someone offered their unwanted opinion that I was foolish and dangerous for letting a 'small child' ride on my bike with me.

How huge can the tree be - assuming that it has to fit in the flat, along with the rest of you plus dogs, degus etc? Although I presume if you didn't have any presents that would leave a bit more space for the tree.

Brrrrrr--it's 30F colder than Friday here! It was 57F Friday, and it's 28F in NYC now, and I was NOT expecting that when I went out!! (I'd've turned right around, but I need paper tape for my cataract surgery--second eye--tomorrow.)

Every year I lobby for not thinking about Christmas until after my birthday. And then I compromise and say how about after Thanksgiving (which this year is only the day before, but usually is a week before). But every year it still seems to start as soon as Halloween is over. You'd think I'd be old enough by not to realize I'm never going to win that.

John you can make mince pies with me because we can buy pastry or Lestrade can make it before and then we just have to cut them out and put in mincemeat and then put the lid on and brush them with egg and I know how to do that and then you have to put them in the oven and get them out because I'm not allowed.

Mycroft said you said we should still have a nice Christmas day AND he said John might want to go and see you at work so he wanted to cook and then if John wanted to take you some he said we could see Mrs Hudson or if Mummy wants to come and then we couldn't even open our presents until LATE when you were home.

I'm sure your dinner will be brilliant, Mycroft, with your helpers there to assist you too. Keeping your presents 'til later will make the excitement of the day just last longer as it is always the anticipation that is the best thing.

That game looks a bit lethal, rsf, I have to lick my fingers to put candles out too so I don't think I'd be very good reaching into a bowl of flames.Here's something a bit less dangerous, but quite good fun. I got a 71 first then a 54, see how you all get on.http://www.xrite.com/custom_page.aspx?pageid=77&lang=en

Joolz, that color test is really interesting! I got a 14, and interestingly, the areas where my color discrimination were worst were clustered at the ends (pink and pinky-purple) and near the middle (between blue and green). Interesting to me because those are the colors I really dislike and won't wear. I have one barn-red tshirt which I only like because it's from Harvest Ale, and while I like blue, and green, I detest that whole in-between teal range.

Roasting things is not actually that difficult, it's mostly about the basting. The big secret to roasting a chicken is putting a piece of cheesecloth across the top so the basting juices are held there to keep the meat moist. Pot roast in the crock pot is even easier, and soooooo delish. This is making me hungry.

I got a 3 on the test, which is funny because my family thinks I'm awful at this. I always do really well on hue differentiation tests, but apparently I call colors the wrong names so they think I must be seeing them badly, not just mislabeling. Things I call purple everyone else calls blue, apparently. But as the one who aces the color vision tests, I think I should get to decide!

Now to sneak into Sherlock's room to check on him (because he knows if we don't, by leaving things we will disturb) without waking the beast (he attempts to leave things which will wake him, so he can quiz us and explain his distaste at our soppiness.)

Hey, Joolz, I got a 19 on your color test, which I think is pretty good considering I have a cataract in one eye and a lens implant in the other! (It will be interesting to test myself again in a few weeks, once the new implant has settled in.) I hope you don't mind, I'm going to "borrow" it for my blog... :)

Joolz, that test made me really cranky to do, even though I scored relatively well! (22) It seems I have an innate hatred for ordering colours ... not something I would ever have thought I would have discovered about myself! Mind you, I think I'd rather order colours than stick my hand into a flaming bowl of fruit.

I've had my window open this afternoon, and the smell of the pine tree outside has been making it feel really Christmassy. For some reason, this has made me really happy today, although I'm not normally a Christmas fan (too damn hot!)

I always feel a great temptation to stay in bed and pretend its not a school day on a day when I have no where I have to be but I guess Sherlock didn't provide you with the option of a lie in never mind anything else today ;-)

Well done Sherlock and Lancs Anon for getting a 0, however long it took. Major skills. I've got 38 twice now so I think I'm going to have to call it quits there and declare that my best shot as I get fed up once I get them so far. :)

Everything turns stripey as I look at it on that test. The tiles don't look a solid colour for me, but different colours top, bottom and middle. I don't know how anyone looks at it for long without going mad!

I just realized one of the things I liked about the color test was the way it was scored, with the perfect score being a 0. That was what my dad used to do when I was a kid, if you got something totally right,whatever it was, he'd cry out "Zero!" in this delighted tone. Gosh, I haven't thought about that in a while! :)S

I got my color test score down to 11, still the teal area that I mess up. huh. I did also notice, after staring at it for a while, if I angled my head at all, the afterimage of the colored and black areas definitely affected the way the whole thing looked.well, time to face the day here, we did get a dusting of snow overnight and the weather is going to get worse before it gets better. S

S-You have shared such wonderful things about your Dad. He sounds beyond amazing. I find myself actually kind of jealous. or sad. More sad, I think that I never had that. If only I could have been raised by someone like that, or like John and Lestrade.